Alexandria's Keeper - Lord Of The Mysteries Fanfiction

-12- Accidents

The officer turned just in time to see the window fly open; right before his eyes, Irina was far past its threshold. Everything happened so quickly that by the time he moved, she was nowhere to be seen.

When he finally reached the window, he looked down and spotted her clinging to a thick branch just one floor below. The officer tried to call out to her, but the howling wind swallowed his voice completely.

Third floor. I can survive a fall from the third floor. Maybe.

The sound of cracking wood was just loud enough to reach her ears, and her tilted view began to shift once again.

Right?

Another sharp snap rang out, and suddenly, she was falling again. Irina grabbed at every branch she could, and when she finally hit the ground, the impact was softer than expected—at least as soft as a person covered in scratches, drenched, and wounded could be.

She lay there for what felt like ages, eyes shut, letting the cold raindrops and falling leaves hit her. She was most definitely catching a cold in the middle of summer.

I'm alive. I guess...

Irina stayed on the ground just long enough for the officer to come rushing down the stairs and find her. "Lady Irina, can you hear me? Oh, my Goddess, I can't believe I let a new member of the Nighthawk die on my watch!"

She finally opened her eyes and glanced at him. "I'm not dead—yet. But I am freezing. Care to give me a hand? Or better, an arm? I'm quite pissed as of right now."

Whoever caused me to fall is getting thrown behind Chanis Gate the second I get my hands on them. I can't believe this is the second time I've fallen from such a height.

The officer quickly bent down, helping her stand up. "There's an infirmary in the first block. Let's get you there. You look mostly covered in mud, but we should make sure you're alright."

I am everything but 'alright'.

With the officer's help, Irina made it to the infirmary without falling again. The nurse examined her and found no major injuries—despite being covered in scratches from head to toe, nothing was life-threatening. After bandaging her up, the nurse even provided a change of clothes, as her own were torn and filthy.

The officer eyed her with concern. "Are you sure you want to go back? It's dangerous—"

Irina cut him off. "Which is exactly why we're going back. Ouch—whatever's causing these anomalies is clearly—ouch—getting stronger. Ouch—oh, damn it! When is this painkiller going to kick in? I can't work like this. Now let's go—the sooner we're done, the sooner I can take a nice, hot bath at home. OUCH—"

Now dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, Irina returned to the 'cursed' office. A cold draft hit her as soon as she crossed the threshold. The lamp was still out, and the floor was slippery from rainwater. The rhythmic banging of the windows echoed through the room as the wind pushed the tattered curtains around, almost fully obscuring the main desk. Creaking shelves and scattered papers completed the eerie scene.

Still bruised and irritated, Irina pointed at the room and shouted, "Listen here, you little shit! This is my first official job, and I'm not letting a fall from the third floor stop me. If you want to take me down, you'll have to try harder, because I will find you, whatever you are!"

The officer, standing behind her, grew even more concerned as she yelled at an empty room. Before he could say anything, she turned to him and ordered, "You—go find some strong people. We're moving everything in this room. If it's the last thing I do, I'll drag the source of these anomalies behind Chanis Gate."